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But
he
called
to
mind
the
words
of
the
will
,
which
he
knew
by
heart
.
"
In
the
farthest
angle
of
the
second
opening
,
"
said
the
cardinal
's
will
.
He
had
only
found
the
first
grotto
;
he
had
now
to
seek
the
second
.
Dantes
continued
his
search
.
He
reflected
that
this
second
grotto
must
penetrate
deeper
into
the
island
;
he
examined
the
stones
,
and
sounded
one
part
of
the
wall
where
he
fancied
the
opening
existed
,
masked
for
precaution
's
sake
.
The
pickaxe
struck
for
a
moment
with
a
dull
sound
that
drew
out
of
Dantes
'
forehead
large
drops
of
perspiration
.
At
last
it
seemed
to
him
that
one
part
of
the
wall
gave
forth
a
more
hollow
and
deeper
echo
;
he
eagerly
advanced
,
and
with
the
quickness
of
perception
that
no
one
but
a
prisoner
possesses
,
saw
that
there
,
in
all
probability
,
the
opening
must
be
.
However
,
he
,
like
Caesar
Borgia
,
knew
the
value
of
time
;
and
,
in
order
to
avoid
fruitless
toil
,
he
sounded
all
the
other
walls
with
his
pickaxe
,
struck
the
earth
with
the
butt
of
his
gun
,
and
finding
nothing
that
appeared
suspicious
,
returned
to
that
part
of
the
wall
whence
issued
the
consoling
sound
he
had
before
heard
.
He
again
struck
it
,
and
with
greater
force
.
Then
a
singular
thing
occurred
.
As
he
struck
the
wall
,
pieces
of
stucco
similar
to
that
used
in
the
ground
work
of
arabesques
broke
off
,
and
fell
to
the
ground
in
flakes
,
exposing
a
large
white
stone
.
The
aperture
of
the
rock
had
been
closed
with
stones
,
then
this
stucco
had
been
applied
,
and
painted
to
imitate
granite
.
Dantes
struck
with
the
sharp
end
of
his
pickaxe
,
which
entered
someway
between
the
interstices
.
It
was
there
he
must
dig
.
But
by
some
strange
play
of
emotion
,
in
proportion
as
the
proofs
that
Faria
,
had
not
been
deceived
became
stronger
,
so
did
his
heart
give
way
,
and
a
feeling
of
discouragement
stole
over
him
.
This
last
proof
,
instead
of
giving
him
fresh
strength
,
deprived
him
of
it
;
the
pickaxe
descended
,
or
rather
fell
;
he
placed
it
on
the
ground
,
passed
his
hand
over
his
brow
,
and
remounted
the
stairs
,
alleging
to
himself
,
as
an
excuse
,
a
desire
to
be
assured
that
no
one
was
watching
him
,
but
in
reality
because
he
felt
that
he
was
about
to
faint
.
The
island
was
deserted
,
and
the
sun
seemed
to
cover
it
with
its
fiery
glance
;
afar
off
,
a
few
small
fishing
boats
studded
the
bosom
of
the
blue
ocean
.
Dantes
had
tasted
nothing
,
but
he
thought
not
of
hunger
at
such
a
moment
;
he
hastily
swallowed
a
few
drops
of
rum
,
and
again
entered
the
cavern
.
The
pickaxe
that
had
seemed
so
heavy
,
was
now
like
a
feather
in
his
grasp
;
he
seized
it
,
and
attacked
the
wall
.
After
several
blows
he
perceived
that
the
stones
were
not
cemented
,
but
had
been
merely
placed
one
upon
the
other
,
and
covered
with
stucco
;
he
inserted
the
point
of
his
pickaxe
,
and
using
the
handle
as
a
lever
,
with
joy
soon
saw
the
stone
turn
as
if
on
hinges
,
and
fall
at
his
feet
.
He
had
nothing
more
to
do
now
,
but
with
the
iron
tooth
of
the
pickaxe
to
draw
the
stones
towards
him
one
by
one
.
The
aperture
was
already
sufficiently
large
for
him
to
enter
,
but
by
waiting
,
he
could
still
cling
to
hope
,
and
retard
the
certainty
of
deception
.
At
last
,
after
renewed
hesitation
,
Dantes
entered
the
second
grotto
.
The
second
grotto
was
lower
and
more
gloomy
than
the
first
;
the
air
that
could
only
enter
by
the
newly
formed
opening
had
the
mephitic
smell
Dantes
was
surprised
not
to
find
in
the
outer
cavern
.
He
waited
in
order
to
allow
pure
air
to
displace
the
foul
atmosphere
,
and
then
went
on
.
At
the
left
of
the
opening
was
a
dark
and
deep
angle
.
But
to
Dantes
'
eye
there
was
no
darkness
.
He
glanced
around
this
second
grotto
;
it
was
,
like
the
first
,
empty
.
The
treasure
,
if
it
existed
,
was
buried
in
this
corner
.
The
time
had
at
length
arrived
;
two
feet
of
earth
removed
,
and
Dantes
'
fate
would
be
decided
.
He
advanced
towards
the
angle
,
and
summoning
all
his
resolution
,
attacked
the
ground
with
the
pickaxe
.
At
the
fifth
or
sixth
blow
the
pickaxe
struck
against
an
iron
substance
.
Never
did
funeral
knell
,
never
did
alarm-bell
,
produce
a
greater
effect
on
the
hearer
.
Had
Dantes
found
nothing
he
could
not
have
become
more
ghastly
pale
.
He
again
struck
his
pickaxe
into
the
earth
,
and
encountered
the
same
resistance
,
but
not
the
same
sound
.
"
It
is
a
casket
of
wood
bound
with
iron
,
"
thought
he
.
At
this
moment
a
shadow
passed
rapidly
before
the
opening
;
Dantes
seized
his
gun
,
sprang
through
the
opening
,
and
mounted
the
stair
.
A
wild
goat
had
passed
before
the
mouth
of
the
cave
,
and
was
feeding
at
a
little
distance
.
This
would
have
been
a
favorable
occasion
to
secure
his
dinner
;
but
Dantes
feared
lest
the
report
of
his
gun
should
attract
attention
.
He
thought
a
moment
,
cut
a
branch
of
a
resinous
tree
,
lighted
it
at
the
fire
at
which
the
smugglers
had
prepared
their
breakfast
,
and
descended
with
this
torch
.
He
wished
to
see
everything
.
He
approached
the
hole
he
had
dug
,
and
now
,
with
the
aid
of
the
torch
,
saw
that
his
pickaxe
had
in
reality
struck
against
iron
and
wood
.
He
planted
his
torch
in
the
ground
and
resumed
his
labor
.
In
an
instant
a
space
three
feet
long
by
two
feet
broad
was
cleared
,
and
Dantes
could
see
an
oaken
coffer
,
bound
with
cut
steel
;
in
the
middle
of
the
lid
he
saw
engraved
on
a
silver
plate
,
which
was
still
untarnished
,
the
arms
of
the
Spada
family
--
viz.
,
a
sword
,
pale
,
on
an
oval
shield
,
like
all
the
Italian
armorial
bearings
,
and
surmounted
by
a
cardinal
's
hat
;
Dantes
easily
recognized
them
,
Faria
had
so
often
drawn
them
for
him
.
There
was
no
longer
any
doubt
:
the
treasure
was
there
--
no
one
would
have
been
at
such
pains
to
conceal
an
empty
casket
.
In
an
instant
he
had
cleared
every
obstacle
away
,
and
he
saw
successively
the
lock
,
placed
between
two
padlocks
,
and
the
two
handles
at
each
end
,
all
carved
as
things
were
carved
at
that
epoch
,
when
art
rendered
the
commonest
metals
precious
.
Dantes
seized
the
handles
,
and
strove
to
lift
the
coffer
;
it
was
impossible
.
He
sought
to
open
it
;
lock
and
padlock
were
fastened
;
these
faithful
guardians
seemed
unwilling
to
surrender
their
trust
.
Dantes
inserted
the
sharp
end
of
the
pickaxe
between
the
coffer
and
the
lid
,
and
pressing
with
all
his
force
on
the
handle
,
burst
open
the
fastenings
.
The
hinges
yielded
in
their
turn
and
fell
,
still
holding
in
their
grasp
fragments
of
the
wood
,
and
the
chest
was
open
.
Edmond
was
seized
with
vertigo
;
he
cocked
his
gun
and
laid
it
beside
him
.
He
then
closed
his
eyes
as
children
do
in
order
that
they
may
see
in
the
resplendent
night
of
their
own
imagination
more
stars
than
are
visible
in
the
firmament
;
then
he
re-opened
them
,
and
stood
motionless
with
amazement
.
Three
compartments
divided
the
coffer
.
In
the
first
,
blazed
piles
of
golden
coin
;
in
the
second
,
were
ranged
bars
of
unpolished
gold
,
which
possessed
nothing
attractive
save
their
value
;
in
the
third
,
Edmond
grasped
handfuls
of
diamonds
,
pearls
,
and
rubies
,
which
,
as
they
fell
on
one
another
,
sounded
like
hail
against
glass
.
After
having
touched
,
felt
,
examined
these
treasures
,
Edmond
rushed
through
the
caverns
like
a
man
seized
with
frenzy
;
he
leaped
on
a
rock
,
from
whence
he
could
behold
the
sea
.
He
was
alone
--
alone
with
these
countless
,
these
unheard-of
treasures
!
was
he
awake
,
or
was
it
but
a
dream
?
